After crossing over, he has no taboos among the zombies.

After saying that, the young man went down the city wall, walked to an empty corner of the wall, looked around, and then his body shape changed into a hunchbacked boy.

It was Wang Tiezhu.

As the saying goes, pick the softest persimmons to squeeze and the tenderest cucumbers to cut.

Since you want to be a god.

Then pick the weakest general, otherwise if something unexpected happens, there is a risk of the whole team being wiped out.

There's almost no need to pick.

Upon inquiry, I found out that the new general was a clumsy one, and there was a sentence written on his face: I am the softest and the most tender.

After selecting the target, the next step is to set the trap.

It is too dangerous to force it. After all, he is a divine general and cannot use bean buns as dry food.

The animals discussed it and decided that since they were going to set a trap, they had to set two traps and not let him wake up easily.

Hence the previous arrangement.

Ma Fei goes first and provokes with words. If this trick doesn't work, then he will use the backup plan.

Wang Tiezhu transformed himself and lurked on the top of the city wall, revealing some processed information in his words to lure Ao Zuling to move forward.

It's like fishing, a straight hook won't work, it has to be bent.

……

So Wang Tiezhu clapped his hands, walked out of the city gate and quickly headed west.

At the same time, sixty miles away.

This distance is just a matter of a stick of incense for Ao Zuling.

Looking around, there is a bamboo forest on one side of the business road.

In the bamboo forest, there is a lonely house. Next to the commercial road stands a doorplate with four big characters written on it: Inn No. 7.

Ao Zuling felt a little strange.

He had been to this place many years ago. He remembered that there was indeed a house behind the bamboo forest, but it seemed to be a courtyard.

At this moment, this is no longer a courtyard, but an isolated house.

Even calling it a house seems too big.

It's just a slightly larger single room.

Can this be called an inn?

How to live and sleep?

The shopkeeper lies at the bottom and the guests lie on top?

Feeling doubtful, Ao Zuling couldn't help but look at the doorplate in front of him. The wood was very old, and the writing was neither old nor new, but traces of wind and sun could be clearly seen.

Nothing serious.

So he came to the main entrance of the inn.

This is a serious problem. There is not even a house number on it, just one word written: Seven.

As for the font, it’s very ordinary, very ordinary.

It feels more like a number.

"Come out, whoever's inside!" After thinking for a moment, Ao Zuling shouted.

Whether it is a bug or a tiger, you will know the answer when you meet them.

"Who are you? What are you yelling about in broad daylight? We're closed today. Get out!" Ma Fei's voice was then heard from inside.

That voice is like a broken gong, and listening to it makes me want to hit someone.

In just a few words, he told people to "get out."

Ao Zuling's blood boiled, it was definitely the dead bird.

It is it, it is it!

The sound is still so annoying that it makes people want to pluck its feathers one by one, then slice it up alive and feed it to dogs.

"You bold thief, come out and die!" Ao Zuling yelled.

"Who is this? I told you to get out but you're still complaining. Do you have any sense of public morality? What did your mother teach you? People still have to go to work at night!" Ma Fei's voice was in conflict. The next moment, the door opened and Ma Fei's figure appeared behind the door.

When it saw Ao Zuling, a look of horror flashed across its face, and it screamed "Ah" and was about to close the door.

At this moment, Ao Zuling no longer remembered his previous doubts. He pushed the door open with one hand and rushed in, grinning: "You bird thief, die! Hahahaha!"

Then the next moment, "Bang!"

The door opened with a bang and then closed with a bang.

Then, Ao Zuling's sinister laughter suddenly stopped, followed by a few muffled sounds, and finally turned into screams that became louder and louder:

"let me out!"

"let me out!"

“Ah, let me out!!”